‘That’s not fair!’
‘What about life, is?’
You are there as a suppressant. I listen, I ingest, I digest.
My limbs aren’t getting me out of bed.
My eyes keep filling with tears and releasing streams down my face. My lips part, but my vocal cords are stiff.
My brain is screaming at me. Trapped beneath layers of your lies. Your deceit is fueled by my decline, nourished by my fear of growth. Yet you foolishly compare ‘accomplishments’ to credits you will never earn.
Crow shall not hide away.
Crow will not seal his beak.
Crow will never stand down.
Crow is forever.
Unique will not bend and serve.
Unique shall paint with every hue of blue.
Unique will speak through twisted coherence, and those who disobey will lose inexplicably.
Yes, I will console and consider. However, Crow will fly, and my voice will blend into everything.
There’s no escape.
Cry, cry, baby.
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